This is for all the people who felt the need to @ me about the lack of a vegetable on my plate yesterday. The eggs contain the crisped chorizo and crushed red pepper flakes I made yesterday. Breakfast was a protein and oat smoothie with blueberries. Walked a mile after. Hey, I’m 52 next month and I have xmas bloat. Inbox 15. All is quiet.
New year goals include smoking less and remembering to eat.
Inbox 10. Listening to SNOWBOUND by Stormloop with a cup of espresso. Halfway through Sunday’s newsletter. Feels like it’s going to be a quiet year. Good.
When you absolutely need your haunted Russian dark forest ambient music to arrive in handmade boxes with amulets.
Black Mara Records. Always a delight and a wonder.
Reader, I bring you good news from a better world. There’s a new Julianna Barwick record.
I’m damned if I’m buying a cassette tape, to be honest – having grown up with them and their fiddly-shit ways and too many instances of them getting chewed up in machines, I have no love or nostalgia for the medium. So this is an exception for me this year, in that I’m buying it digital-only.
Magnifcent.
… a church organ that dreamed it was a synthesiser. Each side of this cassette is a figurative depiction of a sunrise and sunset, rendered in live improvised church organ fired through a forcefield of FX.
This is organ music for astral projection. Ancient drones, wheezes and groans seep out of its hulking physical form in The Old Church, Stoke Newington and become… abstracted. The sound of the seasons solidifying. “Narcissus in metamorphosis.”
